maandag 16 januari 2012

Surrounded by two Airsharks, holding one other Airshark in his hands,floating above the city of New Troy Godling seemed to be in a lot oftrouble. If he turned invulnerable he'd drop down. If he would let goof the unconscious Airshark the villain would be the one plummeting toa certain death. How was he going to be a hero and still survive.The razorsharp fins of the two conscious Airsharks cut through hisskin, making him scream in pain. For a minute he entertained thethought of using the unconscious Airshark as a shield, but he wasafraid that would kill the villain. He opted for another choice. Heswung the limp body of the Airshark in an arc around himself, hittingthe other Airsharks with the feet of their partner. That move was justenough for him to create enough space for a moment to fly as fast as hecould down to a rooftop. He set the unconscious villain down on it.He barely did so and with almost supersonic speed an Airshark flew pasthim, raking him again with the razor-like fins. Godling tried to hithim, but there was some blood in his eyes, blinding him. He missed. TheAirshark's second shot was however again a direct hit. Blood pouredfrom his side.The other Airshark joined his partner and punched Godling in the nose.He went down, just before he could channel the invulnerability ofAchilles.Laughing the Airsharks began kicking the limp body of the hero. Butthen, when it seemed they were going to kill him a loud bang sounded.An Airshark's head jerked back, his body going limp.In the air a police helicopter circled. Sergeant Wade Hudson was aiminga large sniper rifle through the window of it. His face was set indetermination. "You're going to pay for killing off my men!"The remaining Airshark flew up, swerving around the bullets Wade firedat him. He rammed his fin into the rotor of the helicopter. Sparks wereset off by the impact as the rotor broke against the impossibly toughblade of the Airshark. Like a drunk fly the helicopter spiraled down.Groaning, Godling crawled back on his feet. He saw the helicopter goingdown and didn't hesitate for a second. Wiping the blood from his eyeshe jumped from the roof and channeled the powers of Perseus, allowinghim to fly. He reached the helicopter and climbed inside."Quick, grab hold of me before we hit the ground!""I don't want your help! You're nothing but a troublemakingvigilante!" Wade yelled."Speak for yourself!" the pilot said. "Get me out of here!""We'll be dead in a few seconds," Godling said. "There's notime to argue." With those words he punched Wade in the face,knocking him out. Then he grabbed both Wade and the pilot and jumpedfrom the helicopter.Floating in the air with the two rescued cops Godling saw thehelicopter crash into the side of the New Troy Bridge. There was a loudexplosion, cars crashed into each other avoiding the projectile fromthe sky. A fire broke out."I've still got a lot to learn," Godling thought. It was prettyhard to fight villains, save civilians and try to avoid destroying halfthe city in the process.He flew down to the bridge, putting the cops back on the floor. He hadto extinguish the fire before the bridge would burn down. But how? Hewasn't a firefighter. He needed water, lots of it. Of course! Hecould use the powers of the one who mastered the oceans. The powers ofPoseidon!He concentrated on the water, imagining it to be a part of his ownbody, like another appendage. Partly to his amazement it worked. A hugewave rose up from the water beneath the bridge, crashing down on thefire, dousing it.The amassed civilians started to applaud this great display of power.Wade, turned conscious again shouted at them, "He's the reason ofthis catastrophe to happen! Why applaud him?""Sarge, he saved our skins! We should be grateful to him!"Godling walked over to Wade. "I'm sorry I knocked you out, but Ihad to. You'd be died if I hadn't. Now please sent someone over tothat rooftop where you shot down that Airshark. He might still be aliveand in need of medical help. I'm afraid the other two might'vegotten away. And right now I think I need some medical help myself."With those words Godling dropped down to the water, willing the wavesto carry him away.

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Marcus Walker walked out of the courtroom feeling very satisfied. Hewas congratulated by several fellow black men. Behind him however heheard shout "I'll get you for this, boy!"Marcus smiled. He'd been threatened before but usually those cowardsdidn't follow through on their threats. And if they did... Well hecould take very good care of himself since his exile in Africa.He'd been a lawyer defending the poor people of New Troy for a fewyears now. His fee was very minimal, not needing their money because ofhis rich parents. The man threatening him was a slumlord who'd beenraising the rent whenever it suited him. He wasn't allowed to anymorenow. Sometimes justice took it's course.Marcus walked out of the New Troy Justice Building and got into hisLexus. He drove off, leaving the centre of the city, heading for theworking-class, mixed race neighborhood he lived. He could of courseafford something way better, but he wanted to live among the peoplehe'd chosen to help. They wouldn't come for his help if he lived insome high-rise in Upper Troy.On the car radio a reporter filled with enthusiasm told about how themysterious hero they called Godling had prevented the New Troy Bridgefrom burning. Marcus obviously wasn't the only person doing good inthe city anymore. Of course, he did it on a much smaller scale than TheOne Man Pantheon did. Also, he hardly ever used his superpowers.

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Only a light year removed from Earth a grand spaceship was movingthrough yet another wormhole. The ship looked like a large bullet,surrounded by antennas and thrusters. On its bridge stood a tall manwith a long beard and long white hair. He wore a broad metallic beltand knee-length boots. Obviously, he was the captain of the ship. Allaround him semi-human looking robots were working on the ship'scontrols."Full speed ahead, drones," the captain spoke. "Only a light yearto go before we arrive at Earth. We have a planet to destroy and agalaxy to save!"

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I am a dutch writer, writing often in english. My special interests are crime movies and novels, rock music (I am a rock reporter for a dutch site) and comic books.
You can write me at jvdsteen@hotmail.com